i came across this today while doing some research:
“Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.” – D. H. Lawrence
which is to say that to keep love from being a mockery – to keep it vibrant and outside the clutches of social conformity and consumption – then we must constantly access the wild and uncivilized places – outside in nature, and within ourselves.
i couldn’t agree more.